OOM of sorts. The Garage. Dinner time.

[onceaviking]

{from here}

He glances up and pockets his phone again, walking over to the bench. Letting a hand drop on Jay's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

Letting his fangs drop.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam can't help a wry smile.

Just like old times.

She licks some of the last traces of Jay's blood from her lips, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart."

She could be addressing Jay. Or Eric. It's not quite clear.

[runningred]

Jay's shaking, feeling Eric fill him slowly. Touching him almost lovingly. Gods, he can convince himself it's just sex most of the time but this care and gentleness is killing him.

It's a trap and Jay knows it. Either way, he's screwed. "Would you please leave us, Pam?" His voice shaking. "Perhaps another time?"

[onceaviking]

"Of course , she will," Eric replies, smoothly.
"I will see you later, Pam. Don't get into too much trouble."

Giving her a small, fanged smile.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She heeds only Eric.

And she retracts her fangs.

"I need your room key. Don't worry, I'll get it."

And she nonchalantly ambles over to Eric's side, bends down to root around in his jeans pocket, and pulls it out. She twirls the keyring around on her finger.

"I promise I won't trash the place."

She gives Eric her most endearing smile before turning on her heel and walking away with a swing in her hips.

[runningred]

Jay lays as still under Eric as he can, his body betrays him will little shivers of desire and fear.

He knows somehow that tonight has put him in a dangerous position but that could be the high of Eric's blood talking. All he knows it that he isn't thinking straight any more. And how can he with Eric deep inside him, pinning him to the bench.

[onceaviking]

"You better not," he calls after her. And then he turns his attention back to Jay, murmuring, "Just the two of us now," as he begins to move again.

"Relax." His voice is soothing.

[runningred]

Jay breathes out slowly, trying to centre himself. He clenches around Eric, trying to focus on the physical of Eric's touch and not the emotional mess it's made of him.

[onceaviking]

"Much better," Eric says as he picks up his pace a little.
"Much. Better." Underscoring each word with a deeper thrust.

[runningred]

It's easier to find the right headspace with Pam gone. He's still a whore but now it's simpler. Pleasure, sensation, need. When he opens his eyes, they're clearer, in the moment.

[onceaviking]

And Eric's eyes are closed, his face smooth and focused.

The fangs are visible, resting against his lower lip, his upper lip slightly pulled back to give them room.

His fingers are digging into Jay's skin.

[runningred]

Jay can feel bruises form and heal again under Eric's fingers, making him moan as he arches up into the thrusts. He lets his eyes slips closed too, letting whatever unbalance has thrown him out so badly wash away with the feeling of being fucked deep and hard.

[onceaviking]

He won't bite him. Not tonight when Pam has already fed from him.
He just fucks him.

And then he reaches between them again and strokes Jay's cock with cool, hard fingers.

[runningred]

Jay groans, letting the hardness of Eric's body, hands, cock, drive him to the edge. It's a physical inevitability. There's no way to not fall terribly and forcibly over the edge. He comes almost silently, his whole body spasming with the brutal power of it.

He falls back limply, his breathing rough and hard, his heart pounding.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls out, slowly, and sits back, looking down at Jay, one cool hand resting lightly on Jay's abdomen.

Stroking his skin.

Listening to his pulse.

It makes his fangs ache.

[runningred]

His pulse is strong and steady. Eric's blood, regardless of whatever else it might have done, has replenished the loss from Pam's feeding.

He leans into the touch a little, getting his heart and breathing slow down before opening his eyes and looking up at Eric. The fangs make him tempted to turn his head and expose his neck. It seems strange for Eric not to have bitten him.

But he doesn't, trusting that Eric has his reasons.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches up and caresses the side of his neck with his fingertips, running them in ever smaller circles on Jay's hot skin.

"I have to tell you something," he says, voice low and confidential. "Something important. Caught your breath enough for that?"

[runningred]

He nods, still silent. There's a threat in the gentleness of Eric's touch, an undercurrent Jay's been trying to both understand and avoid.

[onceaviking]

"If you ever" Eric continues, in that same low, confidential tone, "divulge my personal business to anyone again, I am going to have to kill you, Jay. And that would be a shame. So I am rather hoping I won't have to."

His touch on Jay's belly is still soft and light. His jeans are still open. His cock is still hard. And his face is calm and still.

[runningred]

Jay is as still as a human can be. There's a flash of defiance in his eyes for a moment but he quells it, holding his breath before letting it out slowly. "Understood. But it was for Pam's safety. I didn't want you to have to mourn her too."

[onceaviking]

There's a tiny flicker of - something - in Eric's eyes.

Then it's gone and he says, "I have told her to leave Sunshine alone. And you ought to have known that no matter what you said it would hold no sway with her."

[runningred]

"I didn't know how long you'd be gone." And there would be no way to keep Pam from trying a second time and there was no telling if Rae be able to stop at a shield if attacked again. "It was the best thing I can think of."

He quells his own pride, the urge to argue that he was trying to protect Pam for Eric's sake and forces himself to lower his eyes in submission. "It won't happen again."

[onceaviking]

That gets him a kiss.

Eric isn't playing fair tonight.
Or maybe he is just in the mood, it can be hard to tell.


{ooc: off for a. Couple if hours. May be on via phone.}

[runningred]

Jay leans into the kiss, soaking up what warmth and affection he can. He knows he's being played, like a puppet on Eric's stings but he had no choice but to dance to Eric's tune.

{ooc: have fun. I won't be up too late, work tomorrow but I'll be around this time tomorrow night.}

[onceaviking]

For once he keeps up with the kissing.
Maybe that's the payment Jay wondered about.

His mouth keeps straying to Jay's neck, only to return to his lips.

[runningred]

Jay moans as Eric kisses his neck, letting his eyes drift closed. This is lovely, loving almost. And there in is the lie. He rests a hand on Eric's shoulder and gently urges him back. "That was... thank you." But it's time to give up the lie. "I should get cleaned up and sleep it off."